Jó 30

1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision,

2 Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me?

3 They are gaunt with want and famine;

4 They pluck salt-wort by the bushes;

5 They are driven forth from the midst

6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys,

7 Among the bushes they bray;

9 And now I am become their song,

10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,

11 For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me;

12 Upon my right hand rise the rabble;

13 They mar my path,

14 As through a wide breach they come:

15 Terrors are turned upon me;

16 And now my soul is poured out within me;

17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me,

18 By

19 He hath cast me into the mire,

20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me:

21 Thou art turned to be cruel to me;

22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride

23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,

24 Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall?

25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble?

26 When I looked for good, then evil came;

27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not;

28 I go mourning without the sun:

29 I am a brother to jackals,

30 My skin is black,

31 Therefore is my harp